"Is this the person?"

In the cold basement, a man with a young man was hung on a torture rack, brown hair and strong muscles.

The white breath that exhaled from time to time and his undulating chest proved that he was still alive, but from the chapped mouth, it can be seen that he was in a dehydrated state.

"The man you are looking for has a different hobby than ordinary people. He likes men. Of course, I also have a worker who provides services to the same sex, the person in front of you." The basement was very cold, Shana rubbed her hands while saying. "Because there are few such guests, I remember every one clearly."

Lyon: "So why he hangs here, not going out to help you make money."

Shana: "He used to be a good employee, but he didn't know what was fascinated by something and started stealing things from my store, and started stealing things from customers. So I caught them and hung them here. However, you also know that in my store, there are those waste bodyguards, except for women, we know that we are those waste bodyguards. We know how to make others happy but we don't know how to make others suffer. Which waste bodyguards can only bully the weak and fear the strong and break the legs of the weak. No one knows how to torture others, and we can't ask anything, so he is hanging here."

Lyon: "Do you want me to help you find out where he hides his stolen goods?"

"If you ask something, it doesn't matter if you can't. Who knows what's in your terrible head?" Shana sneezes, "It's too cold here, I'm back. If you ask what you want to know, go out by yourself. After the iron door opened, there is a secret passage leading to an alley facing the street. This is the key to the iron door, for you."

"Is it okay to leave all such important things to me?" Lyon took the key and asked curiously.

"What's the secret? You have seen the mechanisms in my room, and you have seen this basement and two secret passages, and I have nothing to expose. Besides, if the Bird of Paradise wants to target me, I will not belong to this world except death. Be more open-minded and expose everything about me to the great Bird of Paradise, I, as a reptile, can I ask for some dew under your wings." Shana waved her hand and turned and left the basement.

Of course, Lyon had to wait for a questioning person, but he didn't plan to do so because he had wasted too much time.

The ring on Lyon's ring finger flashed with a stronger white light, instantly swallowing the poor man hanging on the torture shelf.

Thinking Reading

Although this ring was created by the Perato people, the released thinking reading is still very different from that of Perato himself. The bronze dragon's thinking reading is even more gentle. Sometimes you can't even feel that you have been spied into the heart by the bronze dragon. As for other races lack understanding and control of the soul, most of them do not control their strength, destroying the reader's brain or being countered by the torrent of thinking is very common.

What Lyon wanted to do was to browse the person's memory a month ago, so the strength was difficult to control, and of course he didn't want to control it either.

The male prostitute's body began to twitch continuously due to pain, his body temperature rose unnaturally and he sweated a lot. Due to the coldness in the basement, large white mist was covered with around him.

After the casting ended, Lyon got the information he wanted, and he walked forward and opened the man's eyes.

"Well, it seems like he's brain dead."

He took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands, and then he opened the iron door and left the basement with the key Shana gave him.

When I arrived outside, Lyon found it was almost dusk, and Lyon spent an afternoon in this broken place.

I still got a lot of useful clues and had to go back and think about it before I could make the next decision. But there was still one thing Lyon was very concerned about, that was the male prostitute who suddenly started stealing things. Lyon saw a lot of interesting things in the male prostitute's memory, but he was not sure whether this matter had anything to do with the sudden hiding of the prince in trouble. The rash investigation was just a waste of time.

The deepest memory of this male prostitute is the more than 30 fires of all sizes that have occurred in Toto City over the past few months, and it is also related to this incident when he began to steal things.

While thinking, Lyon walked to the busiest trading street in Toto City, where various goods from the surrounding areas were sold, small vendors were rushing through the crowd, and major chambers of commerce were also conducting bulk transactions here.

Just as Lyon was thinking about whether to go back to his small home or to the Bird of Paradise Chamber of Commerce, a riot on his right caught his attention.

A pickpocket was caught and made a present.

Pickpockets can be said to be a profession with a long history. This profession appears when wealth begins to be uneven and wealthy begins to show off their wealth.

Unlike robbers who enjoy killing, pickpockets have always been very interested in the money they have on their targets.

Pickpockets are used to using their dexterous fingers to earn wealth from the pockets of sloppy passers-by.

A free and rich place like Toto City is exactly what every pickpocket yearns for.

Of course, if the technique is not superb enough, you will die miserably in such a place where there are mixed together.

"Who got your stuff, bastard, please let go of me!" A thin man twisted his body randomly and wanted to pull his hand out of another person's hand.

The victim was a middle-aged man who was a little fat. Judging from the clothes he wore, he belonged to a small short-distance caravan. If it were just an ordinary pickpocket arrest, it would not have gathered so many passers-by. What makes people curious is the attitude of the businessman.

Logically speaking, when a normal person catches a pickpocket who wants to steal his own pickpocket, the expression on his face should be something like anger. However, the businessman has no anger on his face, but instead a kind of fear. Although he grabbed the pickpocket's arm tightly, he did not dare to beat the pickpocket, as if he was afraid of something on the pickpocket.

"Bastard! Let go!" The pickpocket obviously became arrogant because of the businessman's behavior. He took out a knife from his pocket with his other hand and cut it at the businessman's wrist.

After all, he was an ordinary businessman. When he saw the knife that was about to cut his wrist, he subconsciously let go of the hand that grabbed the pickpocket.

The pickpocket seized the opportunity and went out of the crowd as soon as they hid.

"Hey, come back for me." Seeing the thief running, a square-faced passerby soldier was about to chase after him.

"No!", it was the businessman. Instead of chasing the thief, he threw the brave soldier to the ground. "Please, kind-hearted gentleman, don't go! Don't go!"

"You are sick!" The warrior was also a little angry. He obviously couldn't figure out what was going on.

Just when the thief thought he had escaped from the ascension, he didn't pay attention to his feet and bumped into a Kobayashi spirit.

Lin Jing was knocked away by a pickpocket, and the pickpocket also fell on the hard land because of losing balance.

Just as the pickpocket fell to the ground, Lyon smelled a burning smell of something.

Just as the pickpocket was about to get up, his body glowed red, like a flammable firework.
Chapter completed!